We return to the fragility of the sea, like dropping a jagged rock through a plate glass wave, but when it comes down to it there’s really just an overwhelming sense of calm and place at the foot of this vibrant fiesta.
(Photo taken by me)
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Poetry about Strange Cars or maybe a fictional novel journal about a Dioramist protagonist who struggles with a passion for writing and a former love? Be sure to check out my published wares on Amazon if you’re interested.
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